- Hey guys it's Gigi Gorgeous and I am
going back in time girl and I am reading entries
from my diary.
I haven't looked at this thing in forever,
so let's get started.
August 20th, 2007, dear diary,
oh my god I need to tell someone what I have just done.
Uh oh.
So you know how I have no money because I'm only 13
and have no choice but to be broke because I can't
work for another two years legally in Canada?
And you know the way I love makeup more than,
dot dot dot dot dot, pretty much anything?
Well tonight I resorted to something bad.
Like really bad.
A couple of hours ago while my mom was in the kitchen
downstairs I ran into her room and raided her makeup drawer.
I literally grabbed whatever I saw.
I'd been thinking about taking her makeup for a really
long time because I used to watch her do it and I was like
my god she has so much I'm so jealous.
So I was just like oh my god, I gotta get this done quick,
what if she comes upstairs for something,
like if she sees me in her bathroom
she's gonna be like what are you doing there?
I just felt really guilty and I guess
I had to go to my diary and write about it.
Dear diary, I'm really sad right now.
Starting with that?
I'm hoping someday I'll read this and laugh,
but right now, no it really hurts.
Ooh.
So my mom just found my stash of products
under my brother's and my bathroom sink.
And she just started screaming at me, like screaming,
exclamation mark.
I didn't know what to say and I just burst into tears.
If makeup makes me happy then why
can't she just accept that?
This is embarrassing.
I work in McDonald's all day, which was my first job
so I would always request working at the window drive thru
because I could get some fresh air and talk to people
and not be like in the back with the steam like
flipping fries.
My skin started breaking out from all the oil,
but that's besides the point.
If I want to spend all my money to make myself
look fabulous then I think I should be able
to do that, right?
It is a free country.
I guess I'm just gonna start hiding it somewhere else.
I'm like a member of Ocean's 8.
Along with me finding a new hiding place
I think she did as well because she's like
I don't want her stealing any more of my stuff.
I just became a better criminal.
Night night diary, XO.
(laughing)
I don't think that it came across in this diary entry
but the reason that I wrote it was because I felt
really guilty that I had stolen some products from her
and then I was hoarding a bunch of stuff
but also I feel like it did come across
that I was really passionate about, you know,
beauty and taking care of my skin and looking
great with makeup.
July 10th, 2009.
So I'd be 15 at the time.
Dear diary, so remember a few months ago
when my mom found all my products under my sink
and freaked out?
Well I think she's finally coming around to my passion!
I'm so so happy.
Aw that's cute.
Mom came to me this morning and asked me
to do her makeup tonight, like can you believe?
I'm dying.
She's always so glam, but seriously,
tonight has been the most beautiful
I've ever seen her look.
Which is really really true, I remember her
walking out the door, and I was like
oh she looks like a vision.
I might be biased though.
And oh my god you should have seen my dad's face
when he saw her, it was like he fell in love
with her all over again, it was so cute.
Such a good day, night XO.
It was just like, oh my god,
she is seeing my talent, she's recognizing
what I want to do and she's asking me to help her.
I knew she could get glam I knew she had that down
but for her to ask me I was just like oh my god.
I felt like on cloud nine.
If I were to tell myself one piece of advice back then
I would just literally say be more confident
in who you are and just don't hide anything,
don't be ashamed.
I think if this me saw me now, I don't even know
if they would believe it.
I think I would have just been like oh my god
is she Heidi Montag from The Hills?
Like just like, obsessed with The Hills back then
so I probably would have related it to that.
I wish I could go back in time and like
see myself, like be a fly on the wall
of like my life.
I would go back in a heartbeat and like be friends with me
and push me to do even crazier stuff.
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